Hands on the Radio

She goes crazy for my crackle

Hypnotized by my hum

You used to lie down at my feet, girl

And wonder where that voice came from

She don't think about me much now

You used to love the way I sang

I just sit collecting dust now

What more can I say?

Put your hands on the radio oh, oh, oh

You used love the way I stood there

You used praise my frame

But now I'm begging for your touch dear

Well, things just ain't the same

She don't think about me much now

You used to love the way I sang

I just sit collecting dust now

What more can I say?

Put your hands on the radio oh, oh, oh

You used to dance around me

Come and light me up

Just twist me, baby

She don't think about me much now

Used to love the way I sang

I just sit collecting dust now

What more can I say?

She don't think about me much now

Used to love the way I sang

I just sit collecting dust now

What more can I say

Put your hands on the radio oh, oh, oh

Put your hands on the radio